My heart bleeds to silence,
Here upon this ground,
Of cold shuttered pain,
In silence of no sound.
My armor lies in rust,
Forged in this rhyme.
Where is my honor,
Lost in all this time.
Painted upon a dead heart,
Pictures of her face,
As the lights of heaven,
Formed her in this place.
Maiden caught in hostage,
Caught in dragon's snare.
My soul lost in her eyes,
The bindings of her hair.
Caught in a mortal battle,
To set this beauty free.
Not knowing a trap was laid,
Set to destroy me.
My crown to over throw,
My life to be the cost.
Tricked by a pretty face.
This day, chivalry was lost.
A contest entry
- Chivalry by Frodofan.
600 points, ended December 14, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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An interesting take on the perils of chivalry and the unchivalrous outcomes that sometimes arise.
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Loved that one ...bittersweet and solemn, and the end is killer.
Great work!
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AH an interesting finish! 1st line of the last stanza: don't you mean "throw?"
I thought this line disrupted the rhythm, "Set to destroy me." Not really on the same beat as the others.
An enjoyable piece. Flows along smoothly til then and I like the description of it, "the bindings of her hair" etc.. Nice. Thanks for entering.
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thank you I did mean throw.
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i love the idea of painting on a dead heart. great line.
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